In just over a week we will be getting a new puppy.  We’re already decided her name will be Rosie though we went through a time thinking her name would be Ruby.  We also went through a time where not only would she have a different name, she’d also be a different breed.  You see, just after the New year, which was more than 1/2 a year ago, my middle daughter, Kate, who was then 12 decided that she wanted a new puppy.  The breed she had set her eye on was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.  Once she’d made her decision, our entire  house was covered with pictures of Corgi pups.  These were her way of communicating just how very much she wanted a Corgi.  They were placed as constant reminders so that when i opened the fridge, put on my shoes, brushed my hair in the mirror, opened my bedroom door, did just about anything around the house i’d see a picture of a Corgi and be reminded of how much Kate wanted a Corgi.  Truth is though that what she really wanted was a puppy of nearly any breed…